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   Part 5 -- Feather

   "See you on the train then; and for Wednesday evening?" The guard had
asked at the end of the long hot Saturday.

   It did not occur to Sally to say 'no.' What could she do if she had
wanted to say 'no' and, actually, it had been a very good day.  She was his
plaything now, she knew that, but it was not as she had expected.

   Sally only just had time for a quick shower and change before she met
Jerry.  The evening went quite well but, she had to admit, Jerry was a bit
boring to start with; going on and on about his work.  Sally again thought
about whether she really wanted to go out with him for much longer.  Well,
she would give him the month.  Of course Jerry wanted sex.  For Sally it
would be the third act of the day but she could hardly use that as an
excuse with him not to have sex!

   Jerry did like his games.  One of them, Sally had soon found out when
they had started dating, was his penchant for mild bondage -"tying and
being tied.  As he had said, "what else are bedposts for?" She, for her
part, had not been adverse; experimentation and fun came well within her
orbit.  Back at his flat, after a really good meal out at the local
'Indian,' it was quickly obvious it was a night for knots.  The green silk
scarf on the table by the door gave it away.

   Jerry had been fun enough in the Indian really, though she could have
done with rather less about what he had done that week at work and what
good deals he had pulled off.  Still he had not seemed to notice anything
odd about her such as having been cheating on him twice that day, been out
walking the Downs with another man and being virtually contractually bound
to be another man's plaything for a month.  That was until he had commented
she looked as if she had been in the sun all day.

   "I had my hat," she'd blurted and then realised she would have to
qualify that because she hadn't had it on all the time, though that was
mostly when she had had nothing on at all, which was not something she
wanted to explain, and in any case the mention of the hat did mean she had
been out of doors and that would necessitate some sort of explanation.

   "I went for a walk," she said as she thought desperately whether to
describe her real walk (alone of course) or make up some story about
walking in the park which might, if Jerry questioned, have to get more and
more made up.

   "Suits you," he'd said and moved on to reminisce about their Greek
holiday and how tanned she had got, "all over." he had added.  "But I don't
suppose you were renewing that...  or were you?"

   They had laughed but she had not had to answer that question because
Jerry went off at a tangent about the football game the next day and that
too had saved her lying.  Relieved, yes: but slightly put out that he had
not actually taken much interest in what she had been doing.  He had been
much more interested in what he had been doing.  Typical male, she had
thought.

   Inside Jerry's flat they had kissed.  Perhaps Sally was a little less
enthusiastically than usual though that may have been because she felt
guilty about the day on the Downs...  and the sex.  Sally had felt his
hands on hers, had felt him drawing them behind her, had felt the silk on
her wrists and by the time they had broken their kiss her wrists were
securely fastened together by the green silk scarf.  It was a game she had
played before.

   It was not that she was exactly helpless but she was certainly now
subject to Jerry's whim  -" within reason!  There was not too much
resistance she could actually make with her hands tied behind her back. 
She knew he liked to undress her and she was fairly sure it would end with
her spread-eagled on the bed, one limb to each post.  She was not
disappointed.

   This was what she liked about Jerry, his sense of fun, joking as he
tried to take her clothes off one by one despite what was actually an
impediment in having her hands tied behind her back.  There really was no
way he was going to get her bra off like that and he got in such a muddle
that they ended up rolling around on the bed just laughing.  He did,
indeed, spread-eagle her but face down so she couldn't easily see what he
was up to.  He made her wait, just lying there in anticipation; what was he
doing?  Presumably undressing but what was he planning on doing next?  The
blindfold came and then it was the feather; that damn feather of his that
he knew so well how to use, how to tickle excruciatingly on her most
sensitive areas; those erogenous zones.  But he built up to that and, of
course, all parts of the body are ticklish and so there was plenty he could
do before she felt the feather on her bottom.  It had surprised her when he
had first done it; how sensitive her anus was, how remarkably devastating
was the feel of that feather lightly stroking just there, with nothing she
could do to stop it.  Oh yes, she could clench her buttocks a bit but she
was spread-eagled and sooner or later she had to release and the tickling
would start again.

   The feather began on her back, so gentle, so excruciatingly light in its
touch but so powerfully registered by her nerve endings.  He took his time
on her back, on her arms, on her legs before the feather wisped over her
bottom and found her little back hole.  The intense feeling had her
running; she could feel the wetness seeping from her.  Would it really be
possible to come just from the tickling of that damn feather on her bottom
hole?

   She was moaning by the time he turned her over and retied her with four
green scarves, one to each corner of the bed, with her limbs stretched out
and her sex exposed.  She had been hoping he would take her from behind,
fuck her as she lay face down on the bed but that had not really been
likely; he hadn't yet played the feather on her nipples and she knew he
liked to tease her that way, liked to watch her squirm, liked to hear her
pleading for him to stop and, please, please, just to fuck her.  She rather
thought he liked to stand over her with that lovely big prick of his rigid
and proud, feeling dominant and in control (which he certainly was!).  The
feather came wisping up her tummy to the undersides of her breasts, it was
almost unbearable, yet she loved how wet he made her doing this.  She knew
he would take a long time on the smooth skin of her breasts, circling
around but not quite touching the nipples, getting her almost to screaming
point before the feather would brush across the hardness of her nipples. 
The mixture of sensation and anticipation was something else.

   Jerry was kneeling over her as he played, she could tell that, one knee
either side of a thigh but not touching, no she could not feel the touch of
his bare flesh at all just the insistent wisp of the feather on her
breasts. She was always surprised at how long he kept the feather work up,
he would be 'up' as well and she would have expected him to want some
attention on his cock by now, perhaps a leaning forward to bring his big
mauve head within reach of her tongue -"she stuck it out a little as a
hint. She'd love to suck it now, feel it soft/hard in her mouth.  How many
times had she thought that?  What a woman needs are two men at a time, one
to use his cock in the wet hole 'down there' and the other for the woman to
play with in her hands and mouth, the lovely smooth head and dangly
vulnerable balls -"super!

   The feather crept up her thighs and she knew it was going to happen; she
was going to come without Jerry's cock touching her; without anything
touching her but that feather; she was close enough that when he played it
across her clit she would simply explode; if he kept going that was
because, she knew, there was no guarantee; Jerry might just stop and leave
her hanging; go for a beer from the 'fridge, walking about his place naked
and with that big erection.  Of course he'd be back but she would have to
lie there waiting and in such intense frustration.  Would he pause, would
he leave her on the brink?

   Sally felt a surge of relief as the feather brushed against the top of
her thighs and then her sex; Jerry was not going to go for a beer, he was
going to carry on.  The feather played gently around her lips, Sally could
feel its every movement and then there it was wisping back and forth over
the little raised knob of her clitoris, her own little standing erection.
And wasn't the feeling intense?  To and fro went the feather bringing her
closer and closer to climax.  In her mind she recalled doing the same to
Jerry, he tied down and the very same feather tickling his cock, she just
lying there looking at it and playing but she'd gone too far and hadn't
realised until it suddenly bobbed up and down under the feather and began
shooting streams of his cum onto his stomach.  It had been both erotic and
frustrating at the same time.  Lovely to see his big penis shooting its
load but annoying for her that it would not be useable within her for a
time.  Yet another reason for having two men in the bedroom...  not that
she had ever done that.

   The image of Jerry's spurting penis stayed as the feather took her over
the edge; Sally writhing on the bed, unable to see as the orgasm built and
she came -"wonderfully  -" as the now excruciating tickling went on and on,
right on her clit.  The image of the fountaining penis in her mind.

   "Stop, oh please stop," she cried but he didn't for quite a time.  Jerry
really was quite cruel.

   She knew when he did stop the feather it was, of course, going to be to
fuck her and at his own pace.  She could not deny him that, he had after
all just spent a great deal of time pleasuring her to orgasm, though there
was no question he hadn't enjoyed doing that.

   The tickling ceased and for a moment there was silence and then,
surprise, surprise, Jerry was on the bed straddled over her and she could
feel his penis on her lips, just touching.  She knew what was wanted, just
a light licking with her tongue, not sucking, just licking.  Jerry would
like that, being able to watch her tongue on his cock, when she could not,
a bit like his own private porno film.

   Sally flicked out her tongue and began to lick, exaggerated little
tongue movements which would look so erotic to Jerry as he stared, she knew
he would be staring, at his penis on her lips and at her darting tongue.

   Jerry liked that and let her lick for a long time, he had her tied down,
just there to do his bidding and what man would not like having his penis
head licked like an ice-cream cone?  In control, able to lift away if the
sensation got too much, no risk of coming too soon though it would not be
the first time Jerry had come on her face: great gobs of cum all over her,
making a real mess, in her hair, almost up her nose and dripping into her
open mouth.  Really rather more fun for him than her.

   "Let me drink you," she'd said but that was not his idea.

   Sally felt the penis moving, sliding over her tongue, sliding up by the
side of her nose, letting her lick lower, her tongue moving down the shaft
until she felt dangling over her mouth his balls.  The hanging sack waiting
to be licked and sucked.

   What an odd thing sex was -"to be sure -"what did she look like?  What
did Jerry look like?  There they were on the bed, she tied up and Jerry
kneeling over her head and she licking his hanging scrotum, particularly
the right ball which she could feel was hanging lowest!  What would a
visitor from Mars make of that?

   She could feel he was moving his own cock, wanking whilst she played
with his hanging scrotum..

   Sally licked and sucked on Jerry's balls, one by one in her mouth, not
so much balls as little eggs which she could move around with her tongue in
their sack in her mouth.  The vulnerability of men and here she was with
Jerry's in her mouth.  Stupid, silly but fun things: such a contrast to the
firmness of the erection above.  With her tongue she pushed the hanging
scrotum from side to side.  Her tongue was starting to get tired.

   "Come on, let me suck you off, I'm thirsty for you." It was said in her
most winsome voice and the penis once more slid over her tongue until she
felt the smooth skin of the head.  A light push and the round head slid
past her lips towards her throat.  Sally sucked, enjoying the feel of her
man in her mouth and again thought of the ridiculousness of their position.
To present his penis at the right angle Jerry would be slumped forward with
his bottom high in the air, it would look even more ridiculous than before!

   The expected ejaculation did not come, instead the penis was withdrawn
and Jerry moved down the bed; it was to be intercourse after all.  But it
was not hurried intercourse.  Jerry took his time.  A slow penetration, a
gradual opening as he eased himself into her -"all the way.  Sally was
always amazed that she could accommodate Jerry's length; how all that thing
could disappear, as if by magic, into her body.  Not that she disliked the
feeling of course!

   She was beginning to really enjoy the slippery, sliding action when the
penis was withdrawn and she felt her ankles being untied.

   What was he doing now?

   Sally felt her ankles being lifted and brought upwards, one in each of
Jerry's hands until her legs were vertical, and her feet towards the
ceiling.  With her ankles far apart he could see everything, her sex opened
and exposed.  Sally felt once more the touch of penis on her vaginal
opening and it slipping in.  What was Jerry up to?  She knew really;
typical man, so visual, watching his own penis in the act of intercourse
and she blindfolded and unable to see a thing.  He slid all the way in and
then pulled right out only to do the same again.

   "Did you know your hole stays open for a few seconds before closing
after I pull out?  Fascinating!"

   "Can't say I've looked," Sally replied dryly.  Really men were so
gynaecologically obsessed.  It was the feeling that counted surely not
detailed observation?

   "There, I got it in before it closed.  Brill."

   Ridiculous.

   Sally didn't really mind Jerry playing but she was pleased when he
finally got on top of her and did it properly.  Good traditional missionary
sex, well apart from her being tied up and blindfolded of course -"that
wasn't in the basic 'how to do it' manual.  Not actually another orgasm for
Sally but good sex nonetheless.  An orgasm, of course, for Jerry.

   The next day, Sunday, as tended to be the case, began with watching
Jerry playing football followed by drinks with his friends, lunch and back
to his place for a snooze and, more than likely, a ride on his big cock. 
Sally was not much into football but Jerry was and, usually, she was
content to stand with the other women and watch.  As tended to happen,
Jerry's team lost so the talk in the pub, she knew, would more be about
what they did wrong than what they did right and it would be a little
boring.  She watched as the two teams trooped off to the changing rooms at
the end of the match.  Were any as big as Jerry?  The thought came unbidden
into her head; that would be fun to find out.  She wouldn't mind watching
them in the showers as a casual observer.  No, not casual, if she really
wanted to see how big they were, more as an official from FIFA  -" "I've
come to check your cock sizes for our database.  Don't worry it is a
completely painless process; I'll help you get ready; no need to dry, just
line up." That was the trouble with football -"it made her daydream -- it
really was a rather tedious game.

   She smiled to herself; obviously, from the evidence of that daydream,
she was looking forward to sex with Jerry in the afternoon!  Perhaps she'd
mention her sudden fantasy to him in bed.  He'd like that, particularly her
suspicion his cock would beat the rest for size.  Jerry liked compliments
-"he was rather vain, she thought, yes, not one of his best characteristics
(unlike his big cock).  He had a few she was not so keen on when she
thought about it.  Was it time to give him the push?



   Part 6  -" Watching

   On the guard's wall was a large framed photograph of her, but not a
picture like she had ever seen before; it was certainly a picture of her,
not the typical portrait shot she was used to but, undoubtedly, a close up
of her in orgasm.  Her mouth dropped open in astonishment, "How?"

   "Oh, I just stopped time whilst you were coming on Thursday, went and
got my camera, took the photograph of you, put the camera away, settled you
back in position and restarted time.  Gave the opportunity for me to rest
as well, prevented me coming until you had.  I said it would be a wonderful
photograph.  Isn't it just?"

   Sally did not know what to say.  It was not the sort of photograph you
showed your mother or your friends but...  well, it was interesting to see
what she looked like when...  and, well, it was different.  The guard was
obviously very pleased with it.  Yes, it was a good picture, but strange.
Should she ask for a copy?

   "Well, what have you been doing with yourself since Saturday  -" apart
from travelling on my train that is?  Did you have a good time with Jerry?
Was it the 'Indian?'

   Sally chatted happily about what she had been up to, her feelings about
Jerry and her views on football.  The guard was rather more interested in
football than she was but certainly not as badly as Jerry and had made some
good points.

   "I'm seeing Jerry tomorrow and will be staying at his place."

   "And having sex."

   "No doubt, Jerry is very demanding."

   "I'd like to see that."

   "What Jerry and me fucking?"

   "Yes."

   "See me having sex with another man?"

   "Why not?  You're not my girlfriend, but a plaything...  and a friend."

   "Friends don't watch you having sex."

   "I am sure some of your friends would."

   Sally thought.  Would they?  She supposed some of the boys might well
like that; would like to see her naked, perhaps enjoy seeing her penetrated
-"either as a good laugh or because it was a turn on, but what of the
girls? Would any of them get a vicarious pleasure from watching lovemaking
or would it be to see Jerry naked and, inevitably, erect.  Yes, Sally could
see quite a few of her friends wanting to see him and to touch and moreover
be fucked by him.  He really was a good catch but...  she was going to have
to make up her mind.  Did she want to stay with him or let him go -- but,
then again, perhaps, soon after that, see him out with one of her friends,
he wouldn't be alone for long, and know they were fucking, her friend
sliding on that penis which was hers -"had been hers.  Well, she wouldn't
want to see that!

   "I'll be there," said the guard.

   "What!  Why?  How?"

   "Oh, easy!  Do you mind?"

   Mind!  Did she mind having someone watching her with her boyfriend,
creeping around the house while she was with Jerry, listening to their
intimate conversation?  Well, actually, not now a total stranger and
someone, in any case, she had been as intimate with as she had been with
Jerry -"and wasn't she thinking of dumping Jerry anyway?  What could she do
to stop the guard in any case?  Nothing,

   "I suppose not."

   "Just the ticket."

   It was really a very odd feeling going to bed with Jerry in her flat the
following night knowing she was going to be observed; that another man
would be joining them in their bedroom; another man would be watching them
and very likely joining in unobserved.  How very peculiar indeed.  Despite
the thought, despite the strangeness, the sex was good with Jerry being
into his tying up games again.

   Sally did not actually see the guard, he did not make his presence
clearly known though that meant nothing and of course she asked him about
it when they next met.

   "I thought you said you were going to be there, last night."

   "Watching you have sex with Jerry?"

   "Yes."

   "I was there as planned, indeed I had sex with you too."

   "What intercourse, whilst I was tied on the bed?"

   "Yes, you did look so lovely, I thought you wouldn't mind or actually
notice!"

   "Mind?  I...  well that explains it.  I thought Jerry had filled me
rather more than usual.  When I stood up it was rather like being a
porn-star, it gushed our, spunk I mean, all down my thighs.  I think Jerry
was rather impressed -- with himself I mean  -" he certainly smiled."

   "It would have done, well it did; after all you'd got three loads in
there." The guard spoke very matter of factly.

   "Two you mean, you didn't come twice surely?"

   "Well, I could have waited and had a second round, sat and drank a beer
and read the paper whilst I recovered leaving you all frozen in time. 
Perhaps I should have, that would have made four!  No, you see Jerry had a
friend with him."

   The colour drained from Sally's face.  "What!  What do you mean?"

   "When I got there, I was a bit surprised to see Jerry letting another
bloke in.  Made it easy for me even though I had the key you'd lent me. 
Upstairs you were already lying on the bed pleasantly bound and
blindfolded. I have the pictures, I hadn't forgotten the camera.  That was
a revelation to me seeing you like that but I was even more surprised to
see the other bloke there as well as Jerry."

   "The bastard, I bet that's Tom from the football club.  So Jerry showed
me naked to him?"

   "Yes and after the tickling, I did like that feather by the way, they
took it in turns to fuck you."

   "Oh did they?  Jerry had tied me so my legs were hanging over the side
of the bed, I wondered why he did that rather than just get on top of me, I
suppose it gave them easy access and, I remember, Jerry did keep pulling
out and drop me back on the bed only to almost immediately pick me up again
and stick his prick back in.  The 'prick;' it was Tom half the time I
suppose and I didn't notice the change or even two ejaculations"

   "Well you were thrashing around a lot at the time!  You did seem to be
enjoying it."

   "Mmm yes that was true enough.  You said you had pictures?"

   Sally looked open mouthed at the photographs.  There she was
spread-eagled on the bed, blindfolded and tied down.  "Don't I look awful?"

   "No," replied the guard, "wanton and sexy.  It certainly turned me on!"

   There was a photo of Jerry between her thighs and then, there, ghastly
proof, Tom from the football club stark naked just putting his cock in her,
or taking it out, the camera flash had caught the sheen of moisture on his
cock so presumably it was coming out or returning for another thrust,
another thrust at her whilst she squirmed away on the bed thinking how well
Jerry was doing.  The final photo was simply awful.  Jerry and Tom shaking
hands with big guilty grins on their faces and their soft wet spent cocks
dangling, whilst in the background there was she, Sally, tied up, exposed,
well and truly fucked and oblivious.

   "The bastard, I'm going to confront him with these and..." Sally was
worked up.

   "You can't do that.  How will you explain them?  A friend of mine who
can stop time at will, happened to be in your bedroom and took these
photos...  it won't work.  You cannot show these."

   The guard was right of course.  Sally couldn't possibly show him, reveal
she had a friend with rather unusual powers but she was certainly going to
have to dump him now.  She now had the perfect excuse, a very right excuse
and, really, she had been going to do it anyway; hadn't she?  But it was
not a reason she could give Jerry because how could she know what he had
done with Tom -"after the event?

   "The bastard.  Not cheating on me with another woman but having a man
friend fuck me.  The bastard.  Well I can do what I like now.  Let's fuck."

   "Don't mind if we do."



   Part 7 -- Swinging

   It wasn't just the 'Dear John' E-mail the next day, it wasn't the 'Tom
incident' but the fact Jerry had beaten her to it.  Sally was incandescent;
it was she who had been going to end it: not him.  An attachment undone.

   Obviously it was another woman; so not only had he had another man fuck
her but was already going out with someone else.  He had just used her and
was now discarding her.  Sally was furious.  Who was this other woman?

   Just an E-mail and that was that.  No more seeing Jerry, no more meals
out, no more sun-drenched holidays, no more fun sex, no more riding his
lovely long dick, no more Jerry...  the bastard.  The end of a romance but
a romance she had been planning to end; end because she was getting bored
with him but how dare he get bored with her!

   It was not a good few days, it all kept going around and around in
Sally's mind.  She slept but fitfully (eventually) and looked drawn and
haggard at work.  Her colleagues left her alone.  A difficult choice on
their part, do you leave someone to their own private thoughts or ask what
is wrong?  Sally might have thought Katrina would have said something; not
that she really wanted sympathy or talk about it, but she was her closest
friend at work: yet she seemed distant.

   Was it the fact she'd lost Jerry that had really upset her, given she
was probably about to do it to him (but only probably), the Tom incident
(probably not) or the fact Jerry had got in first that really got to her?

   Perhaps surprisingly it was the guard who came up trumps and lifted her
mood.  Late night shifts had kept him away for a few days but he had
already pencilled in the Saturday.  Sally hadn't expected him so early, was
not even out of bed when he arrived at her door but the guard was in such
an infectiously jolly mood she could not be cross with him for long and to
turn up in a blazer like that!

   "Thought we'd go to the coast, forecast is for a perfect day, grab some
things and we'll be off."

   And they were, before the traffic built up, heading out on the open road
to the coast under a gloriously blue sky.  The sunshine and fresh air
lifted Sally like a tonic and the pleasant chatter of the guard kept her
amused.  It was not simply a day on the beach, the guard had an itinerary
all planned, a visit to a castle looking out to sea, coffee and a nose
around an historic house and then lunch in a seafood restaurant overlooking
a harbour full of boats.  It had all been lovely.  Somewhat replete the
beach did beckon in the afternoon for swimming and lazing.  Once more the
guard had his camera out and Sally found herself draped over breakwaters
and the like as if on a fashion shoot.  He did take his photography
seriously.

   Even the fun of such a glorious day did not keep Sally's mind completely
from her breakup.

   "And I don't even know who she is."

   "Does it matter?"

   "Not really but..."

   "Shall I find out?"

   "Um, yes please."

   The day wore on and the sun began sinking low, people were packing up
going home to tea, supper or dinner; taking their tired offspring home to
be tucked up in bed; the light was changing as the beach emptied; Sally and
the guard were walking far down the beach, away from the town; it was warm,
quiet, peaceful and empty of people.  They walked along until they came to
a small playground next to the beach with swings and the like.

   "I should like to take your photograph on the swing; you look such a
picture in that dress, just so summery." He was so good with the flattery.

   Sally hadn't used a swing since she was a little girl but, like riding a
bicycle, you don't forget and soon she was riding high and laughing, her
brown legs flying.

   "The light is wonderful, I wonder if you would object if I asked you to
be a bit more revealing, I'd like to catch a glimpse of...."

   "Oh yes, you want me to take my knickers off?"

   "If you don't mind, you see the light is coming just right, a hint of
curls could work just right, more suggestive than blatant I'm thinking,
will you?"

   Sally was amused  -" why not, it was not exactly his first picture of
her in a revealed or erotic pose.  She slowed, jumped off the swing on the
rise, just as she had when she was ten and, with a quick look around,
slipped off her panties before hopping back on the swing.  It was slightly
funny, pulling herself back into motion and swinging higher and higher, to
know on each forward swing she was revealing herself to the guard and his
waiting camera.  It felt both naughty and nice; she pulled hard as the
guard snapped away.  Sally felt really happy just swinging away in the warm
evening sunshine.

   "These are good." The guard was evidently pleased with his photographs.
She would see them later.

   A couple strolling hand in hand along the Promenade were coming closer;
the guard turned, looked and said,

   "No problem there, just carry on."

   Sally kept swinging and the guard kept going with his camera.  The
couple wandered up and watched.  A pleasant looking couple, red headed girl
in sun dress and tall, sandy haired boy in tee shirt and jeans.

   There was an, "Oh," from the girl and a, "You get a lovely view from
here," from the boy.  It was evident they had spotted Sally's nakedness
under her dress.

   "I haven't swung for years," said the girl, "shall I try?"

   The boy was not going to stop her.  The girl looked up at Sally, then
down at Sally's panties and said, "Is it a requirement to leave these
here?"

   Sally replied with a laugh, "No, but it helps, frees your legs!"

   A pair of thin white panties fluttered down the girl's long legs to the
ground to lie beside Sally's discarded pair.  The girl got on the swing
next to Sally and started off, gradually going higher and higher and not
being as careful as Sally about keeping her legs closed.

   "Ooh doesn't it feel free, you are right and the air rush so cooling
and...  nice."

   Sally was amused, it was obvious the guard had been at his tricks,
whispering in ears whilst stopping time and she hadn't even noticed him
move; his ability to make suggestions and influence people's thoughts and
actions was a little creepy but she hadn't seen him be bad, well not really
bad, with it.  She watched him taking his photographs looking all serious
trying to get the best shot, take advantage of the low sun, now
photographing the red headed girl as well, no doubt catching the sun making
her auburn curls even redder..

   The girl was swinging higher than Sally and making a lot more noise
about it, she seemed to be having a great time.

   "Do you think," she turned to Sally, "it would be even better swinging
with nothing on at all."

   "Naughty," said Sally, "certainly naughty and what will the boys think?"

   "Come on Sam, you're to go swinging too!" She was slowing as she spoke
and no sooner than she had stopped she was wriggling out of her dress,
slipping out of her bra, standing for a moment naked in the park, before
hopping back on the swing dressed in nothing more than a pair of sandals
and a wristwatch.  "You too, Sam," she said as she started to swing again.

   Sally winked conspiratorially at the guard.  It was clear to her how
much he was enjoying the swing of Sam's friend's boobs as she pulled
herself back up to speed, the flow of her long hair and the flash of her
curly red hair between her thighs as she moved to and fro.

   "Better?" asked Sally.

   "So free," said the girl, "come on Sam, and join me."

   Sam seemed reluctant but complied.  The guard was not alone in admiring
bodies, the boy was well built, fine chest, fine limbs, tight little bottom
and respectable penis amusingly at half mast.  Evidently the sight of Sally
and the girl had had an effect and presumably accounted in part for his
reluctance to swing -"naked that is.  But he joined them, his long legs
easily pulling him upwards.  Sally's glance kept returning to his working
body and his penis bouncing around as he worked the swing.

   Swinging in the sunshine of an evening is a pleasure remembered from
childhood but these were grown-ups and thoughts of grown-up pleasures took
hold.  Of course the guard had a lot to do with it but, in the absence of
further evening walkers, the two couples walked away from the playground
towards the sea and the golden sand merely carrying their clothes when they
weren't wearing them.  The evening was warm and the sun still casting a
golden glow over the sand.  They sat on the sand staring out to sea and
then gradually the touching started and before long there was more intimate
touching.  Sally looked across at the others, finding it strange to be
watching another couple having sex, not on the video screen, but right next
to her, in the flesh.  To watch another woman fellate a man, see the lips
close and take hold; it was different and rather companionable in a way she
would not have expected.  She turned and did the same to the guard; the
eyes of the girl and hers met sharing the experience.

   Intercourse was unhurried, the motion relaxed and in time with the surf,
the endless pull and push of the tide on the shore.  Sally relaxed, on her
back with the guard above her, lying upon her, lying between her open legs,
his short but rather thick cock working her as she simply lay back enjoying
the feel of man, sun and sand.  A perfect end to a perfect day.

   Afterwards they swam.  The trouble with sex on the beach, and perhaps
half the pleasure, is the warm sand soft beneath you but it does get in the
most surprising places; it gets there even when you are just having a day
on the beach, let alone when you engage in intercourse.  It did need
washing away and how better than a dip in the sea, swimming in the (not
really warm) English water as the sun settled red gold to the west.

   It had been nice to go back to the guard's house that evening, after the
drive back, and collapse after the excitement and fun of the day at the
coast.  It really had been a fabulous and memorable day.  Early to bed and
Sally had snuggled up against the guard a bit puzzled at her role: was she
just a plaything or a friend?



   Part 8  -" Discovery

   Another day, another shock.

   "Her name's Katrina."

   Sally felt an icy chill up her back.  "What does she look like?"

   "Oh nice, can't deny that, I have a photograph."

   "Not of them at it I hope?"

   "Well, sort of...  yes."

   "Let me see." And there they were; her ex boyfriend fucking her friend
Katrina; it wasn't possible to make any other conclusion from the evidence.
The presence of a penis in a vagina does constitute fucking and that is
certainly what some of the pictures showed; not all of them, a penis in a
mouth is not fucking but it is certainly sex and that was Katrina's mouth,
her full lips all lipsticked around the very penis Sally had been so used
to sucking.

   Sally was, once again, incandescent.  Not only had Jerry dumped her but
her close friend had actually had the gall to have stolen him before she
had even had the chance to dump him!  Who was she more cross with -"Jerry
or Katrina ...  or herself for not dumping him sooner?

   "I want revenge."

   There was a sigh from the guard, "It happens all the time; it's not easy
but couples come together and break up; it's life.  Not easy but, it
happens."

   "But to go with my friend."

   "Again, not exactly the unusual occurrence.  Better than your sister."

   "I haven't got...  yeah, I see what you mean."

   But it was not over, not a bit of it and Sally spent a long time going
over and over the same ground before saying, "Even so I want to cause
upset. Will you help?"

   "How?"

   "Coitus interruptus.  I want to spoil their sex.  The ghost of
girlfriends past."

   "I don't normally like to attract attention to my powers."

   "You have with me."

   "Rather different; a closely targeted attention."

   "Please, you might find it fun."

   "Quite possibly."

   And so they found themselves sitting in a car near Jerry's house.

   "Shall I go and see if anything is happening?"

   "Yes, here's the key."

   "Well, we seem to have timed it right, they are on the bed."

   To Sally it didn't seem as if the guard had moved but clearly he had
stopped time, gone over and come back from Jerry's house.  It was uncanny 
-" indeed exactly so.

   "Get me in; into his en-suite and we can see what to do then."

   "We'll walk up to the door and then I'll carry you."

   Once again Sally felt the peculiarity of time stopping, one moment
standing outside the front door, then the dislocation of standing in
Jerry's bathroom.  Through the slightly opened door she could see the new
couple.  It took will power not to storm out and harangue them.  They would
certainly have been at a disadvantage.  Firstly there would be surprise,
secondly being naked puts you at a disadvantage and thirdly Jerry was all
tied up and blindfolded.  Tied up and blindfolded?  Sally bit her lip, that
wasn't the sort of game played by new lovers.  How long had this
relationship been going on?  Had she been taken for a fool?  Had they been
laughing at her behind her back or hadn't Katrina known about her...  but
she did.

   Katrina was playing with the feather, that feather, playing around
Jerry's nipples and down his chest.

   "Naughty boy, you've been very naughty.  I told you to get rid of her
and found you hadn't.  It's denial for bad boys.  Twitch away all you want
but you're going to have to wait until I'm ready: I'm not touching your
cock now but I'll want it standing ready for me when I come back 'cos I
want a good fucking.  I'm going to grab a beer downstairs and catch the
News and then I'll be back so you'll have to wait."

   Sally caught her breath as her naked 'friend' sauntered past the door
and down the stairs.  Downstairs there was the sound of the 'fridge door
opening and the TV being switched on.  In the bedroom, on the bed, lay
Jerry tied up and blindfolded with his cock standing up in the air.  Sally
smiled at the guard, opened the bathroom door and picked up the feather. 
She looked down at Jerry and frowned and lightly touched the feather to his
balls.  His penis jumped.

   "Katrina, you're back!"

   Sally flicked the feather back across his balls a few times before
moving slowly up the shaft, she glanced at the guard, who was watching with
amused interest, and motioned for him to undo his fly.  The feather moved
up the long shaft over the snaking veins and along the ridge to the
sensitive fraenum and there it lingered.  Sally knew Jerry liked that.  She
paused and turned to the guard, and reached for his own stubby cock and
with a wink took that into her mouth and sucked.

   Returning to Jerry the feather moved on, round and round the head making
Jerry squirm the more as the tip teased his urethral opening.  Again Sally
paused and sucked on the guard.  She smiled up at him, winked and lifted
Jerry's cock.  Carefully she wet her lips in what she hoped was a really
lascivious manner, her intention to give her friend, the guard, a really
good sexy show of her cock sucking, careful to angle her head so he could
see all.

   "Drink me," he said.  That really annoyed her.  That was what Jerry said
to her not the supposed Katrina.

   Her tongue licked up the shaft, her mouth sucked on a ball (rather
harder than she had done in previous sessions, she hardly minded hurting
him now), before beginning the serious mouth and tongue work.  She knew
what Jerry liked, what would bring him to orgasm, even rather roughly.  It
did not take long.

   "Kat, careful!  I'm almost there  -" you'll have me coming."

   Sally lifted her head and reached for the feather, she glanced at the
guard and winked and began tickling his fraenum once again, tickling his
most sensitive spot, tickling him beyond restraint.

   "No, I mean it, you'll make me...  oh, Kat!"

   It was too late for Jerry, the straining erect cock twitched and a
string of semen came from its end.

   "Naughty boy," said Sally removing the feather.

   "Sally???" as a second spurt flew.

   She squeezed his balls hard.

   "Aaaah!" Pain, pleasure and confusion mixed as Jerry's cock continued to
spurt and he writhed against the bonds.

   Sally turned to the guard and taking his cock in hand she stroked it she
kissed him on the mouth.  Downstairs there was the sound of movement
suggesting a return of Katrina.  Sally and the guard made a hurried return
to the bathroom and watched naked Katrina come into the room.

   "Jerry are you OK, what was...  oh you naughty, stupid boy.  I wanted
that.  How did you?"

   "Sally..."

   "I'm not fucking Sally...  how did you come on your own?"

   "No I...  but you did it..."

   "No I fucking didn't, I was downstairs...  just look at that wasted
mess."

   It was a giggle.  The guard and Sally looked at each other but contained
their laughter.  Off stage laughter would have spooked Jerry and Katrina
rather too much and Sally was not ready for that -"yet.  She signed that
they should go and found herself standing outside the house.  They walked
down the path.

   "Thank you, that was sweet, coitus interruptus indeed, and it put the
wind up Jerry.  Spoilt Katrina's evening, serves her right, and Jerry too.
Thank you, indeed how can I thank you, I'll do anything you want tonight or
did you fuck Katrina whilst you were there?"

   "No, didn't even touch her actually.  I'd quite like to be sucked
though, like you did Jerry."

   "We could do that now in the car and then fuck properly back at your
place."

   "Tempting, very tempting!"

   "Can we do the same another night?  With Jerry and that woman I mean?"

   So another night followed, another night waiting in the car near Jerry's
place.  Sally could not believe her luck when the guard reported Jerry tied
up again, it fitted her plans.

   Again the feeling of strangeness as one moment she was outside the
house, the next in the en-suite bathroom looking into Jerry's well
remembered bedroom; Sally smiled, there was Jerry spread-eagled on his back
on the bed once more and blindfolded.  He did not need to see: but Katrina
did.

   The feather was not in evidence, Katrina was on the bed with him, using
her tongue moving it slowly over Jerry's body, she was toying with his
nipples at that moment, her head lowered but her bottom raised towards the
watchers, the view left nothing to the imagination, Katrina's sex was very
clearly visible, pink and wrinkled and probably rather wet.  Sally felt
behind her for the guard's penis and felt it already hard through his coat.
Clearly he liked what he was seeing and was happily anticipating what Sally
had asked him to do.  Sally began to unbutton her coat.

   Katrina's tongue made a wet snail's trail down Jerry's chest, by-passing
the long cock, with its exposed and shiny head, and made for the wrinkled
scrotum.  Sally pursed her lips, she used to like to suck them, feel the
funny egg shapes in her mouth beneath the skin, how careful she had been
not to squeeze.  She thought differently now.

   Carefully Sally let her coat slip to the floor.  Beneath it she was
already naked, behind her she felt the material of the guard's coat opening
and he pressed his naked skin against her, his stubby penis hard against
her bottom.  Reaching between her legs she pulled the penis horizontal and
between her thighs; in that position it was not quite long enough to enter,
she would have to bend forward to permit that, but it was good to feel it
thick and hard there as she watched Katrina's lips play on her
ex-boyfriend's cock.  The 'bastard' did have a lovely cock and even whilst
hating Jerry could not but lust for it and take pleasure in watching it
standing and being licked by her 'friend.' Licking or sucking, though, was
as far as Katrina was going to get if she had her way; it was not Katrina
who was going to fuck that penis.

   There was a sliding between her thighs, the guard was moving just a
little, and she pushed back.  It was nice.

   Katrina's tongue was working up the shaft, taking her time.  Sally had
to give Katrina her due, she was not being selfish, she was doing her very
best to please Jerry; Sally knew he liked it long and slow.  Katrina took
the shaft in hand and began to circle her tongue, teasing round and round
the neck before she finally deigned to touch the head, giving little flicks
of her tongue before a full wet tongue massage and finally slipping the
whole thing into her mouth, her lips wide, round and clasped around the
shaft as her head bobbed up and down.

   Between Sally's legs the guard's penis continued to slide.

   "Are you ready, Jerry dear, because I am -"and don't you dare come too
soon this time." Katrina was moving, turning to straddle Jerry, facing
towards his head, a knee either side of his hips, leaving her sex open and
ready to descend onto the waiting cock.  She lifted the penis to the
vertical, aiming it.  "I want to feel a cock hard within me, I want to be
spread and fucked."

   And just as Katrina lowered herself Sally whispered to the guard, "and
so you shall."

   One moment Sally was in the en-suite with the guard's stubby cock
sliding between her legs and the next she was on the bed just as Katrina
had been, indeed had completely taken her place, was straddling Jerry as
she had done so many times before and in her hand Jerry's lovely penis. 
There was a muffled sound behind her and she turned to look.  There was
Katrina but not now dominant above Jerry, far from it, she was securely
bound at the end of the bed, arms stretched out and gagged.  Sally raised
herself and turned herself right around to face Katrina so she could see
her properly, see her bulging eyes and straining limbs.  A wide and
triumphant smile came to Sally's face as she let herself down, let herself
down onto Jerry's cock in full view of Katrina, flaunting that it was her
sex that was enveloping Katrina's new boyfriend's cock: not Katrina.  The
bed began to shake as Katrina pulled at her bonds and Sally, in turn, began
to bounce up and down on Jerry to hide the movement, make it seem to him
that the shaking was a result of their intercourse.  There was a sudden
stillness from Katrina as she felt the guard behind her, felt the touch of
his skin on her bottom and then the nosing of his stubby penis seeking her
entrance.  Katrina's eyes widened even more, a clear indication to Sally
that the guard had found his goal and had penetrated.  Katrina had got what
she wanted, a hard cock within her, a fatter but shorter one than she had
been anticipating but a cock nonetheless and there was nothing she could do
about it.  Sally nodded companionably to the guard and continued to smile
at helpless Katrina.  Beneath her Jerry was oblivious to all but the
wonderful wet heat and smooth sliding of a vagina on his penis.

   "That's fantastic Kat."

   There was a muffled something from Katrina, "Mmmm," said Sally.

   It was good to feel the remembered cock inside her.  It was probably
this she most liked about Jerry.  No, that was unfair, it had been more
than lust but...  she looked down the bed at Katrina, well she was welcome
to him now.  But the sex was good!

   Jerry bucked and began to come, Sally felt the first shot of the
ejaculation within her and lifted herself off and slipped back onto his
tummy allowing the penis to slide out and ejaculate freely into the air,
the creamy strands rising to touch her breasts and pour onto and down her
tummy, running into the matted wetness of her pubic hair.  At the foot of
the bed, wide eyed and staring, bound so she could not move, Katrina
watched the pumping penis.

   Slowly Sally lifted herself and came down the bed, knees stepping over
Jerry's splayed legs, closer and closer to Katrina saying not a word but
with a look of triumph on her face, a wry smile.  Slowly she pressed the
warmth and wetness of her bush against Katrina's face smearing the running
semen across her nose and mouth gag, forcing Katrina to inhale the scent of
Sally's aroused sex, a sex aroused by fucking her boyfriend's cock and
taking its semen, it was an act of animalistic dominance.  Sally could feel
Katrina's breathing, the movement of air in her curls.

   The still embedded guard pushed again at Katrina forcing her face into
Sally's pubes.  Sally looked into his eyes and he nodded, grimaced and
clearly began to come.  Sally retreated up the bed, her movements hiding
from Jerry the tell tale rocking of the bed from the guard thrusting at
Katrina.  She settled herself back on Jerry's cock, looked straight into
Katrina's bulging eyes and waved, 'bye.

   The screaming was a bonus.  Sally was back in the bathroom, the guard
holding her from behind and through the partly open doorway there was the
now unbound Katrina astride Jerry, sitting on his cock, no doubt leaking
the guard's semen onto it, and letting rip.  Beneath her Jerry could have
no idea what was happening, why she was screaming and no way, until he was
released, of finding out.  It was perfect.

   The noise stopped, Katrina was shaking like a leaf.

   "What, what, what..." from Jerry.

   "Sally, she...  she's here...  no, a nightmare, no I was awake...  where
is she...  and him?"

   "Kat what is it?"

   Katrina was off the bed, wide eyed and staring, and heading purposefully
for the en-suite, hand wiping at her face, probably going to search the
whole house.

   It was time to go and, indeed Sally found she had gone, was outside the
house back in her coat.  They hurried away down the road before Katrina
looked outside.  Mission accomplished.

   "And where has this been, I wonder?" Sally's fingers stroked the guard's
limp penis later that evening, it stirred and began to grow, lifting itself
up in the air, the rolled wrinkled skin sliding and the smooth head with
its little eye made an appearance.  "Where did you hide yourself this
evening?  Have you been going in places you shouldn't?" She was talking to
the cock, not the guard, a little fascinated by it having been in Katrina,
had been fucking Katrina less than an hour before, had been punishing
Katrina for stealing her boyfriend, showing her who Jerry really belonged
to; marking her territory so to speak.  Sally sniffed; she could smell the
other woman.  What else should be done to Katrina and Jerry?

   "I wonder," said Sally, "what to do next.  that'll have really upset
Katrina.  They won't be playing tying up games again for a long, long time.
More's the pity in a way as it makes it so much easier."

   "There's Tom too, you know."

   "Oh yes, I'd hardly forgotten.  What shall we do then?  Arrange Jerry
and Tom in a compromising position and photograph them or get Katrina to
find them like that."

   "Complicated, Sally, complicated.  What sort of compromising position?
Katrina walks in as Jerry is happily sucking away on Tom's cock?  That'll
take some arranging.  It would need a time when all three are in the same
place and I'm there -"and you too, I presume to see.  Complicated.  Then
I've got to get them to take their clothes off whilst Katrina is out of the
room and do a good deal of persuasion out of time.  Far too complicated
Sally!"

   "It'd be much more amusing if Katrina finds Jerry fucking Tom in the
arse."

   "Sally really!"

   "Not possible?"

   "No!"

   "I suppose it's not really Katrina's fault -"except they did start
before Jerry and I were finished but was it he or she who started it?  Who
is to blame?"

   "Mutual attraction perhaps?" said the guard.  "Fault does not really
come into it does it?"

   "I was going to dump him anyway."

   "She saved you the bother then!  You should thank her, be nice to her!
Why don't you just leave it?"

   "But he's just walked out on me into her arms."

   "Not quite, you've got the wrong order."

   "Even so, no discomfort for him whatsoever -"typical."

   "Some people are lucky that way."

   The guard was reasonable, placatory, but then he always was; he did not
seem to get cross or upset, just took things as they were and seemed
prepared to see the best in people.

   "Tom's at fault though."

   "So what are you going to do there?  Put him over your knee and spank
him?  He'd probably enjoy that!"

   "I'd rather give Katrina a good spanking -"silly bitch."

   "Funnily enough, so would I!"

   "Hmmm.  It'd be best to have her well punished like a naughty schoolgirl
of the past, bent over in the headmaster or mistresses study and given six
of the best."

   Sally went back to stroking the guard, feeling his stubby cock hard in
her hand.  "You like that image don't you, pleated dark blue skirt tucked
up, panties round her ankles, white round dimpled bottom exposed to your
gaze, perhaps the hint of young downy hair showing, your cane touching her
thighs, requiring her to be bent over with just a bit of an opening to
those white thighs for you to better glimpse the down?"

   "Nice, Sally nice.  I hadn't thought to ask you to dress up, but I might
now.  What did you wear at school?"

   "I meant Katrina not me but, perhaps, if you like I think I've my old
tie around somewhere.  Long white socks or would you prefer stockings?  But
could you make Katrina submit to that, hate it but not be able to challenge
or tell?  I could have a dinner party, invite you and some men friends
around and you have Katrina serve us in a sexy schoolgirl outfit, all the
while inviting to be punished; building up to saying she knows she should
be spanked; winding the men up until I say they can touch her, telling them
she really does like to be punished.  I'd like that, seeing the real look
in her eyes as they play the game, choose whether to bend her over a chair
or a knee, decide on the instrument of chastisement, choose who pulls the
panties down; and then the pleading from Katrina, pretend pleading but, in
reality, what she really means.  Something like, 'please don't put your big
things in me and make me all messy,' or 'please don't punish my bottom
hole,' or 'do I have to suck you off now sir, like in my last school, to
thank you?'"

   Sally grinned at the guard as she slowly wanked him.  It was evident he
liked what she was saying, her fantasy talk.

   "So a big orgy at the end, all your male friends fucking, or whatever,
Katrina.  Would that be before or after coffee!"

   "Oh before, I envisage her serving coffee all fucked up, all messed up
with the boys cream running down her thighs.  Time for your camera I should
have thought and then to send her home like that with just a coat on ,
knowing what she has done and how she has been punished but not able to
tell anyone.  Imagine her face at the office when I saw her next!"

   "Oh good  -" so we do get coffee."

   "And second helpings if you boys are up to it!  But not you: I should
want fucking later!"

   "And what about Jerry and Tom?  You can hardly do the same with them  -"
wouldn't they enjoy it if you did?  Exposing themselves and being spanked
by your sexy girl friends and then being fucked in turn by them  -" hardly
punishment I should think!"

   "Hmmm, possibly.  I suppose there could be no fucking, no sucking just
punishment and the frustration of being kept erect for hours without
coming. Yes that's it, dressed just in bow ties and my girlfriends keep
fondling them but not bringing them off, caning until they are raw but
never letting them come.  I am right, aren't I, not coming makes your balls
hurt after a time?"

   "I can't see that happening, one of you will do one stroke too many and,
even so, it all sounds quite an erotic experience for Jerry and Tom; and
what if one of your friends gets carried away, does want to suck or indeed
fuck.  You'll certainly be giving those boys a night to remember!"

   "But could you make them, make Katrina act the slut, make Jerry and Tom
act as hen night rents?"

   "Yes, possibly but I still say let it go, much as I like the schoolgirl
idea."

   Sally looked down at the penis in her hand, "What do you want me to do
with this then?  I can still smell her you know."

   "Well, how about that for a turnaround, Jerry comes in and finds you and
Katrina in bed, faces buried between each others' legs, each face scented
by the other.  I'd like to take some pictures first!"

   "No, no, not me and anyway Jerry'd probably like that, want to join in;
want us to lick, suck and kiss his cock together."

   "Would you do it if you knew he'd really hate it?

   "But he wouldn't, I know."

   "It still seems to me, really, only Jerry and Tom are at fault here. 
Jerry for fucking you whilst he was seeing Katrina and allowing Tom...  and
Tom for allowing himself.  Really you have nothing against Katrina so if
you want to punish her you should be punished too.  So perhaps I should
make you fuck her, make you do it even though you don't want to.  Be an
experience for you both and I shall enjoy watching and practising my camera
angles."

   "Not so easy punishing Jerry and Tom then?"

   "I think you were after making the 'punishment fit the crime' and, no,
that does not seem so easy.  I'd forget it if I was you, after all you did
say you wanted to dump Jerry.  Forget him."

   Should she just leave it be then?

   The guard's hands moved to her breasts.  It was going to be intercourse,
Sally's hand left his cock and she kissed him; a bit of fucking before
sleep did feel a good idea.

   Sally looked up from her desk as Katrina came into the office.  How
should she play it?  She had been thinking about that; should she
completely ignore her, act the hard done by jilted girlfriend or make it
very obvious the impossible was true and she had indeed been in Jerry's
bedroom fucking him only a couple of days before -"in place of her?

   "Is there something wrong, Katrina?" It was another girl.

   "No, no nothing at all." There was a quick shot of the eyes at Sally and
Sally couldn't resist a smile back.  Now what would Katrina think of that?
Did it matter?  Not really; she was done with that; done with Jerry and
done with thoughts of punishment.  She was over that.

   The month too was over, a month in which rather a lot had happened to
Sally; she was free of Jerry and that had been her intention -"really and
there was no need to see the guard anymore -"apart from on the train on
occasion -- and she was free of him too.  She did not think he would do
other than keep to his word; that would not be in his nature.  She was a
free woman, able now to look ahead and decide what she wanted to do and
with whom.  The month had actually come and gone quite quickly and had not
been anything like as bad, or even like, what Sally had expected.

   "Any more tickets, please?"

   Sally was on her train, making her usual way to work.  The guard was
coming down the carriage.

   "Hallo," she'd said, "doing anything tonight?"

   "Nothing special," he'd said.

   "Fancy going out for dinner?"

   "Just the ticket," he'd replied.

   An attachment had been made.